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[h3][center][color=9e0b0f]Victoria[/color] [color=1a7b30]Ashcroft[/color]/16/6th Year[/center][/h3]
[center] All eyes drew on her with how she had positioned herself in this little squabble of words. Watching the grade book drop with  a quite remarkable smacking sound against the desk, everything was silent. Everyone was front row center to Victoria vs. Vanessa, the battle of the ages. Victoria absolutely hated everyone that seemed to remind her remotely of her father, and Vanessa seemed to manage that with ease. She had been about to give her a proper retort, when she felt the verbal slap.[/center]

[center]What a reverberating slap it was, as she felt it shake her to the core, her anger momentarily flashing away as she felt a small twinge of sadness cross through her eyes. The fact her father was one of those vile people always struck her harder than anyone could imagine. He was one of the few that had willingly been open about being a Death Eater in the times of peace. Almost as if it were a statement of pride to him. She felt like she wanted to crawl out of the room and just disappear. However, that didn't seem to be in the cards.[/center]

[center]Victoria had been one of the first out of the room, one of the ones in the front of the crowd of students. The walls were painted in blood, and that was when she started to scan the immediate area for any signs of foul play. Finding no traces of foul play, she wondered if it had just been a crazy prank, yet it felt so ominous, and she couldn't help but taking notice of how people were reacting. Fear. Anyone that wasn't a pureblood seemed to have pure fear in their eyes, and her heart went out to them. [/center]

[center]Then she felt a tugging sensation on her arm, and the finger pointed directly into her face. [color=9e0b0f][b]”Yes professor.”[/b][/color] Her voice had lost the hatred for the moment, as the  witch had taken the air out of her sails today. She had been correct in her assertion, what Slytherin would ever be her partner again since she had lost the fight with McNeilson, and what Gryffindor would ever dare be her partner since she was just a snake hiding in their colors? Pulling her arm way, she just head back towards Vanessa's classroom, figuring that she wanted to get the detention over with.[/center]


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[h3][center] [color=2e3192]Theodorus Woodward[/color]/17/7th Year[/center][/h3]
[center]Theodorus couldn't help but to side-look at Morganna out of the corner of his eyes, since he felt his mind racing with different possibilities. Had this just been Death Eaters rebanding back together to show a new generation? Was this all just a ruse as they made a biggger play for something far more sinister? His mind couldn't help but try and calculate different odds, trying to figure out what the most sound answer was. Nothing seemed to make any sense to him, and that bothered him more than she could have ever imagined.[/center]

[center]Feeling the playful little slap against his shoulder, he couldn't help but be drawn out of his thoughts and smile. [color=2e3192][b]”I mean, I am friends with you. Of course I'd have to be crazy.”[/b][/color] Theo couldn't help but tease her back. It just felt natural to him. Hearing her talk about her gentle heart, he couldn't argue that point. She had the biggest heart out of anyone that he had ever met. He knew if he needed anything at all, she would do anything within her power to help. Watching her whistle and the sound of a broom hurtling through the air towards them caused him to shake his head.[/center]

[center][color=2e3192][b]”Of course, why am I not surprised that the star Quidditch player had her brrom charmed?”[/b][/color] Theo didn't even think twice, as he actually trusted her flying skills in comparison to his own. His arms wrapped around her stomach in a tight embrace from behind, as she knew he didn't exactly care of flying as much as she did. Feeling the air through his hair, he could smell the buildings from the distance. Coming into the area, his nostrils flared a bit as he could smell the sickening smell.[/center]

[center]Something was different about the book that she had in her hand. Something compelled him to touch it. Almost as if it were begging him to read the book. Taking it from her hands, he could have sworn something was different about this book. Almost as if it were hiding something. Flipping the book open, he read the first line of the handwritten scrawl. 'Hello, my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, and this is my back-up diary, in case something should ever happen to the original.' A shiver ran down his spine, as he closed the book and placed it into his pocket.[/center]

[center][b][i]'No one must know of this book. If it fell into the wrong hands, then the knowledge it contained could bring about a new Dark Lord.'[/i][/b] Theo tried to rationalize it to himself, yet something deep inside of him yearned for the knowledge that this diary contained. He needed to know what made the Dark Lord tick, why he had become the abomination he had, and just exactly how he had done it. Heading towards where Morganna had ventured off to, things had become far more interesting, and now he couldn't wait to get back to the school so he could actually find a nice quiet spot to read, what might be the most interesting thing he had ever come across.[/center]

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[h3][color=f26522][b]Professor[/b] Vicktor Spurling[/color]/41[/h3][/center]
Watching the two boys brought a smile to his face, as he remembered a time when he was that young. Having given rewards for proper use of the spell, and tips to those that hadn't been as successful, the class was slowly drawing towards a close. Wendell had went on without Chandler, which meant that this was meant more as a private conversation than anything. Looking the boy in the eyes, he studied him for a moment.

[color=f26522][b]”I think they are meant to propagate fear. It's a sound tactic, as fear causes a lot of people to do things they wouldn't normally do. Look at the last Wizarding War for all the evidence you could imagine. Fudge should have taken heed of what Dumbledore had been saying. I don't think anyone in his shoes would just drum up random nonsense in that very scenario. Dumbledore wasn't one to fear-monger without reason.”[/b][/color] As he was about to continue his little conversation with Chandler, an ear-piercing scream echoed through the hallway, and following in behind Chandler, he took notice of what the wall. Those words sent a small shiver down his spine as he turned towards Rosaline, and gave her a nod.

[center]Once he had started to usher students towards their proper common rooms, he couldn't help but notice Chandler had some how stuck around him. Turning his attention towards him, his eyes narrowed a bit. [color=f26522][b]”Hogwarts doesn't need a single savior, as it's never been about single people. Take heed of this Mr. McNeilson, I would be careful where my allegiances lie if there is a war. This time, the ministry will not stay out of this, especially after this display. Do you have anything you wish to tell me?”[/b][/color] The professor asked as he turned his attention to across the hallway, his eyes catching Vanessa's for a singular moment. Then, just as she always seemed to do, she was turned away and heading into her classroom. With the situation as dire as it was, he decided coffee could wait for a while, his attention turning back towards Chandler.[/center]